The irony of this 700 Club segment on the "downlow 'lifestyle'" ("""""") I caught randomly (and wonderfully) last night, is that with its hokey reenactments and fake tears, it helps to be gay to appreciate it:
I'm of two minds regarding the ex-gay thing. Because I believe that no one is a better expert on my emotions than I am, it seems hypocritical to turn around and tell someone that what he's saying he feels is not what he actually feels. Being "cured" of homosexuality flies in the face of what I consider to be innate and acceptable (Whoooo! I don't need no cure! I don't need no cure!), on top of it supporting the ludicrous "choice" argument made by the hateful and unsympathetic (homosexuality is a choice in the same way that going out to get food so that you don't starve is a choice), but if Tony Spears wants to put on broad, five-minute theater to convince us he's banging chicks now, well, whatever! I love the ultimate implication that you can be cured of desire, but that the gay sensibility is resistant to prayer. Reassuring!
Maybe if the way to "cure" homosexuality is through prayer, the way to cure homophobia is through laughter. I'm so sick of being depressed by shit that it's worth a try. Also, someone brings up a great point in the YouTube comments of this video (of all places!): "What a joke!! Downlow means NOBODY KNOWS !!!!! and that means NOBODY!!!! The fact that he is doing drag in his earlier years (with his family seeing him and calling him Tonette) and ppl at school are calling him gay clarifies him as NOT BEING ON THE DOWNLOW!!!!!!!!!!" Not that I'd expect Pat Robertson to be anything but naked with his ignorance.